the quiet is killing me around here. i am remembering what a "pack animal" i am- need the group.
loooove my solitude (if i chose it) hate it when shoved down my throat- what? me want what i want when i want it???
who woulda knew. i'm heading out to snuggle baby and have a laugh - you're soooo rite- i have nothing to say to him usually too- and hate that too- it squelches my natural enthusiasm in life- i'm finding it harder to be me around him- bad news for him.
